Cuando yo escribía, todavía no había empezado a vivir. Ahora que vivo, desde hace década y media, qué rápida va la vida, Qué poco da para la letra. Gano experiencia, pero pierdo mi vocabulario. Gano un idioma y otros muchos que persigo - siempre esta sed disparatada de saber la lengua de los otros, de …
There was something unsustainable about life the way it was. There was that pressing feeling that a change was needed, and soon. In other ages, or just in different geographies, that may have meant a war approaching. One grasped it at the individual level, and formed the irrational belief that, after a year of continuous …
Borges wrote that one does not belong to a country or a nation. One belongs to their neighbours, their friends, their family. I cannot remember where he said this or how he said it. I've tried finding the reference, and I encountered no luck. Borges would have said that, nonetheless. From all the people I've …
Oh, Oxford. You shaped the early stages of my adulthood. My second migration. My third language in which I now dream. The first years of my professional career. The steps one takes with the freedom that comes from financial independence. The routines. The trips around the world. An ambrosial world of light and darkness. The …
G. Maria Bencich-Grigore 